Running with the Wicked by Wendi Zwaduk

Find what you need at the Refuge. A place to stay, a warm body…love? What’s a human refugee to do when the last place to hide is gone? For Rachel, the choice is clear—run to Jon. She’s crushed on him from afar. He plays hard, seemingly without regrets. He can save her, but does he return her affections? Jon Schiff has a past he isn’t ready to talk about and he prefers to live the life of a bachelor instead of taking his rightful place as a Fae prince. When Rachel shows up on his doorstep, battered and scared, he can’t turn her away. The sweet-natured human intrigues him and makes him want to confront his messy past. But when ghosts from their collective pasts threaten their present, will she accept him as her mate or decide there can be no future with him? If they’re both willing to run with the wicked, they just might find their hearts’ true desire.

Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.

Will she accept him as her mate or decide there can be no future with him? If they’re both willing to run with the wicked, they just might find their hearts’ true desire.

What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?

When Rachael sees him and pines after him because she wants him from afar.

How do you use magic in your book?

He’s a faerie and is about to become king. He can use his magic to restore the world

Would your hero enjoy pumpkin spice lattes, candy corn, or apple bobbing?

Pumpkin spice lattes

What costume would your heroine wear to a halloween party?

He’d go as Prince Charming.

What scene did you adore writing in this book?

The finale! I won’t give away any details, but I love writing happy ever afters.

Is this book a spooky/scary PNR, or a cozy/snuggling with a monster PNR?

Snuggling with a monster PNR

What is your favorite monster to write?

Vampires

If you had to pick, would you rather have fangs, claws, or wings?

Wings.

Halloween’s coming. Do you do anything special to celebrate?

We decorate the house with lots of black cats and visit the various haunted houses!

Rachel peeked around the concrete pillar and spied Jon. She shouldn’t be watching him, but she couldn’t help herself.

“You don’t understand,” Jon said. After running his fingers through his blond hair, he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. “I can’t be here any longer.”

“Why?” Dana flipped her long black hair over her shoulder. She stuck out her bottom lip. On anyone else, the gesture would be childish, but she managed to make the pout attractive. She laced her fingers together and pushed her arms into her breasts, making her chest appear bigger. Her creamy white flesh showed no evidence of bites from the vampires.

Rachel rubbed her arm. She couldn’t remember if Dana was one of the vamps, but she thought she might be. Vampires were always so beautiful and blemish-free. Rachel would never have perfect skin—not when the vampires used her for feeding. She hungered for the days when she’d been carefree and innocent. When guys had looked at her with longing, not as a meal. Before the darkness, she’d been happy. She might have been able to attract Jon. Not now.

“I just can’t,” Jon said. “It’s…complicated.”

“So you’d just walk out on me. Like that?” Dana folded her arms and cocked her hip. “I’m not good enough?”

“I never said that.” He leveled his gaze at her and a muscle in his jaw tightened. “I’ve spent enough time here. I should move on.”

No, no, no. Rachel bit back a whimper. She liked seeing him there. How could he leave? She hadn’t even plucked up the courage to tell him she liked him. If he never came back, she’d never have her chance.

“Who is she?” Dana snapped. “There has to be someone else. I’m the prettiest girl here.”

“Don’t do this,” Jon said. He held up both hands. “We had something good. Don’t fuck it up by getting mad. You don’t want me. You have a thing for Thaddeus.”

“He’s not you,” she said. “I want you and your special skills.”

Rachel shivered. She’d seen those skills. She longed to have him kiss her, to feel his tongue on her body and for him to make love to her. The craving within her increased. He couldn’t go.

He groaned. “Enough.” He turned up the collar on his leather jacket. He paused, then locked gazes with Rachel. He walked out without another word. Rachel froze. Is that a glint in his eye? A spark? She wasn’t sure…but something had changed between them.

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the Love Romance Cafe for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

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